The Northern Grand Duke’s Crazy Son-in-Law Chapter 40

40. Ghost

‘······There really are six of them?’

The crow tapped the mask.

I had my doubts, but he only brought the special forces. The crow confirmed it himself.

There were several layers of knights and soldiers from the 7th Battalion surrounding the building the guy entered. There were also executives from the Black Magic Society.

‘No matter how bad he is, this won’t work.’

It was the moment when the scales tipped further in favor of the Dark Magic Society.

at that time-.

“You seem to have lost your skills.”

A soft voice came from behind. It was a leisurely voice that did not fit with the noisy castle. The crow doubted his ears.

How did you get out of there? No, the crow erased the word ‘how’. The opponent was a guy.

“Sir, I’ve been waiting for you.”

The crow immediately lowered its head. A pair of familiar black shoes stopped in front of the crow.

“The report is not very good. Are you rusty?”

There was no emotion in his voice. It was just dry. That was why it was even more frightening. It seemed like he would throw away the crow as if he were throwing away a rusty tool.

“Haha, that’s not it-. The Dark Magic Society has become so secretive···.”

“is it?”

The crow’s thoughts did not continue as the shoes stopped right in front of him.

He quietly grabbed the crow’s mask. It was a vow not to take off the mask in front of him. Showing his bare face would mean the end.

“It’s true! It took a while to find out the location of the 7th Battalion Commander and the route he took! And also… they even said it was a sanctuary!”

The crow’s mask was slightly lifted. The cold air coming through it froze the crow’s face. The cold air was as sharp as a knife.

Knock, knock, the guy knocked on the mask.

“Was it because it was a sanctuary?”

“···yes!”

“Oh, that’s interesting.”

At the slightest interest, the crow explained desperately, like a drowning person gasping for breath.

“I see. I’ll guide you.”

The bastard took a step back. The crow thanked him sincerely.

I had forgotten this coolness, fooled by the appearance of the guy in the special forces. This was his true form.

Stupid-. The crow chewed his lip.

“The 7th Battalion Commander is in the basement of the Black Magic Society branch building. There are two gates with magic circles engraved on them along the way, and thirteen magicians guarding them. They are all armed with high-grade staffs.”

The crow quickly reported back. It was an absurd force. Galahad was a short man compared to them. Objectively speaking, it was crazy, but-.

“Right.”

The guy answered curtly.

The castle was quiet. It was filled with a silent, tense tension. The torches moved diligently to one side.

The crow was flying in the exact opposite direction.

‘You’ve got all the attention.’

All eyes in the castle were focused on the building the bastard had entered to wash up and the inner walls.

The building of the Black Magic Society was rather empty.

Who could have guessed that as soon as he arrived, he would move to rescue the 7th Battalion Commander?

“Two soldiers guarding the main gate-.”

Before the crow could finish speaking, the soldiers fell.

There was a hole in each neck. It was an elaborate ice pick. As time passes and the ice pick melts, there will be no trace left.

Like a ghost-.

“You are busy, so don’t stop and keep walking.”

The bastard whispered. Even though he had just killed two people, there was not a trace of emotion in his voice.

“yes.”

The crow moved forward, trying hard to suppress his eerie fear.

The door opened. The disgusting smell of blood tickled the crow’s nose.

“···Hmm? What is the manager doing at this hour-.”

Thud. The guy who was talking fell down. He couldn’t even close his eyes. Red blood flowed out like a spurt through the hole in his neck.

Thump, all that was left was the sound of snapping fingers. Killing a wizard without a wand, just by snapping his fingers-.

‘You were trying to talk to that monster? What the hell. I’m crazy.’

The crow walked along, chewing his lip.

“Oh, you’re here-.”

The one who recognized the crow opens his mouth. He falls. Hot blood soaked the crow’s feet. It was a simple repetition, like a task. Uninspiring-.

‘···What the f*ck.’

My feet were heavy, but I had to take the step. The moment I stopped, the monster would point at the crow.

His plan was simple: send the crows in first, then slit the throats of those who reacted.

All I could hear was the snapping of fingers.

The crow’s steps stopped in front of a magically secured door.

“This… This is something I don’t have the authority to do! The guy who originally managed the 7th Battalion branch didn’t give it to me!”

The crow protested desperately.

The bastard’s footsteps came closer. Even though he was clearly walking on hard ground, his shoes made no sound. Like a ghost.

The bastard put his hand on the door without saying a word. The crow swallowed hard.

This was a security tool that the Black Magic Society, which had fled to the North, had put their heart and soul into. No matter how bad that bastard was-.

Click.

The door opened before the crow’s monologue could finish.

I knew he was incredibly good at catching wizards, because of his freakishly fast magic and his unhesitating judgment.

However, this door was a different story.

Even the crow knew how tricky the magical security on the door was.

He opened that door just by knocking.

As if I knew it well-.

“Aren’t you going to walk?”

The crow was startled by the bastard’s question and walked away.

I felt a cool breath on the back of my neck.

please-.

“There is an entry fee here······.”

It felt like there was a messenger behind my back.

gulp.

The crow walked desperately.

****

“Captain, the Emperor has deceived us. He intends to make the North go to war with the Demons to satisfy my desires. The real enemy is not the Demons, but the Emperor.”

The old man, the commander of the 7th Battalion, blinked his tired eyes. One of the company commanders was talking strangely.

Was he hallucinating because he was old? That was very likely. Even so, there was no way a northern warrior would have joined hands with a demon.

Yeah, that’s right.

“You stupid old man, you don’t even know that you’re being fooled. With an old man like this as your leader, there’s no progress. You’re always hungry and cold—. It’s all your fault.”

The old man couldn’t hold back any longer and answered.

“It’s cold in the north, you punk.”

“No, it’s not cold anymore. We-.”

He pulled up his forearm. There was an intricate drawing carved into it that I had never seen before.

“I was chosen.”

The old man squinted his eyes.

“Your head has melted. You still haven’t woken up. The Empire is only trying to divide us and fill its own stomach. This is a created grudge-.”

The way he spoke so confidently, his weapons were more polished than before, and his face was covered in oil.

The old man laughed.

“I’m sorry, but the Demons are your enemies.”

At that moment, a leisurely voice was heard.

He was a man wearing tight-fitting clothes and with his hair pulled back. A nobleman? He had a classy and neat appearance that didn’t fit the North.

“Who are you?”

“Can’t you tell just by looking? It’s an intruder.”

“······intruder?”

“Yeah, you might be confused because you’re handsome, but you’re an intruder right now.”

“This guy is joking-.”

The knight’s eyes widened. He stood up roughly and drew his sword. An aura filled the sword, and its color was-.

“Oh, it’s ash-colored. Ash-colored aura-. Is it the power you received from the demons?”

“You idiot, you came down without a weapon? I don’t know what you did, but this is it.”

“Well, that’s too bad. I don’t have time right now.”

The man clicked his tongue and snapped his fingers.

The knight moved. His movements were extremely fast. He was not at the speed of a company commander.

Quick movements and rough auras-.

At first glance, it seemed threatening.

“You’re stupid.”

The old man’s eyes widened. The man spoke for him.

“It is the power of belief that brings it about. That is why it is difficult to realize and does not increase easily.”

The knight swung his sword roughly. The ashen aura shimmered, making it look like a monster’s mouth was wide open.

The man didn’t even flinch when he faced him head-on.

“That’s why Auror cuts through the monster’s thick hide and breaks its magic. But-.”

Thump, the man waved his hand away.

The knight’s sword was right in front of the man’s neck, but the man didn’t even blink. Instead, he clicked his tongue as he looked at the sword.

“You can’t even break through this simple defense.”

The knight’s ash-colored sword was blocked by the translucent wall. The knight’s face turned an earthy color.

The knight struggled desperately, but the sword did not move as if it were stuck in his hand.

Auror can’t cut magic-.

Only then did he sense something was wrong, and a look of urgency appeared on the knight’s face.

“You are trying to color your noble beliefs yourself. Thanks to you, your beliefs have lost their luster.”

The knight tilted. The knight’s chest was split horizontally. The knight, split in two, collapsed in vain.

The old man exclaimed in admiration. The man was right. Auror was the power of belief. That was why he could cut anything.

But that idiot added something foreign to that belief.

What matters in a belief is not its size, but its roots.

Still, it was clear that he had become stronger immediately.

To deal with a guy like that in just one move-.

“That’s amazing.”

“A smart knight is not that difficult of an opponent.”

“What a smart knight… That’s right.”

The old man nodded.

The article must be stupid.

‘Because the most foolish beliefs are the strongest.’

At that moment, the man put his hand on the iron bars. The thick iron bars collapsed without a sound.

“I came to save you. Please go.”

The man took out the water bottle from his waist and put it in his mouth. The familiar smell of blood filled the air. It was not human.

“Are you drinking the blood of the demons?”

“It tastes surprisingly good.”

The old man laughed heartily at the man’s answer. The blood of the demon tribe tastes good. Is there such a crazy person?

“He was an opponent he couldn’t win against. How could someone with the power of the demons win against a hunter who eats demons?”

The old man coughed harshly. A wizard who drinks the blood of the demons—. It was something I would have to live long to see.

A man stood before the old man. He was neatly dressed and his hair was neatly combed back, but his face was full of fatigue.

The old man exclaimed in admiration. Those eyes, without an inch of hesitation, were the eyes of someone who believed in himself.

Like a prince-.

‘No, it’s a little different.’

“Aren’t you going to wake up?”

The man looked at the old man and asked.

Although all the restraints had been removed, the old man’s body still felt heavy.

As I left here, things came to mind that I had to do. I had to kill all the guys who were in league with the Demons. They were guys I had been with for quite some time.

The old man was too old to do such things.

But what can we do?

This was also the old man’s fault.

The old man got up from his hunched position.

“Where are the weapons?”

At the man’s question, the old man laughed and grabbed the pole standing in the corner.

“A cane is the best for old people.”

After a long time, Bong-i is well-rested.

****

Boom bang!!

Someone knocked roughly on the door.

As Tom opened the door, a barrage of stares poured in.

“The deputy commanders and company commanders are all gathered and waiting. How long do you plan on keeping us waiting?”

The grim-looking knight asked roughly. A long line of soldiers followed him.

Tom’s back became damp from the sharp force pouring down. Sweat poured down his palms. Tom laughed desperately.

“Ahaha, our captain is a very thorough person. He thinks that’s polite. I think he’s even more polite because the 7th Battalion has such a high reputation.”

The knight’s face slightly relaxed at the compliment.

“Ahem, you’re acting all sloppy for an imperial bastard. Tell him to finish this quickly.”

“Yes, yes, I understand.”

Tom closed the door with a grunt.

Only after closing the door did Tom take a deep breath. His back and hands were covered in sweat. He felt like his life was being cut into pieces.

“I can’t hold out much longer.”

Tom looked at the crew and said.

I had already been sent back several times. Each time, their knocking became rougher.

“I guess there’s nothing I can do.”

Gilbert drew his sword.

“When the door opens, I’ll cut off the knight’s head. Damian jumps through it and Gwen throws fire.”

“Is it a crater?”

“Yes, fire. The youngest will take the rear guard.”

Nod.

Gilbert’s order was clear. Tom was startled when everyone nodded.

“Are you saying you’re going to break through that?”

There were dozens of soldiers standing outside. And the crossbows between them – how are you going to get through that?

at that time-.

Boom, bang, bang!

The door shook as if it was going to break.

Gilbert gestured. Adrianna grabbed the hilt of her sword. The air was one of battle.

“What are you doing in there! Come out now!”

As if his patience had reached its limit, he knocked more roughly than before. The door shook as if it would break at any moment.

“I will try to stop it.”

Tom hurried to the door.

I held the doorknob and thought desperately. What would Captain Galahad do?

“I came here on the orders of His Highness the Grand Duke! Opening it like this is a rebellion against His Highness the Grand Duke!”

The knocking stopped for a moment at the harsh expression.

However, that only lasted for a moment.

“Stop talking nonsense and open the door! How dare you sell the name of the Grand Duke?!”

It didn’t work.

Gilbutton gestured. Everyone finished preparing.

I really intend to fight- Tom screamed inwardly.

“Open it! I can’t wait any longer!”

Boom! The door split into small pieces. Tom bit his lip.

Since he was lying about taking a bath, I had to confirm it.

“Everyone, please turn your eyes.”

Everyone turned their heads at Tom’s request.

Tom took off his armor without hesitation. Without fail. Cleanly.

Tom pulled the doorknob gently. The door, which had been shaking, opened violently.

A multitude of gazes were focused on him at the same time. Tom let out an unvarnished scream.

The knight who had been grumbling was embarrassed by Tom’s naked body.

“I didn’t say I was going to wash!”

“Ahem, get ready. We can’t wait any longer. The order has come down from above.”

The knight took a step back.

Tom realized this was the last time.

Tom quickly put on his armor, fixed his shield, and blocked the door. Gilverton stood beside him. Damien prepared to jump out.

“These guys!!”

At that moment, the knight came rushing in. Tom fought desperately, but he couldn’t overcome the knight. Tom was kicked and rolled on the floor. Gilverton gasped.

The moment of imminent destruction-.

“The 7th Battalion is really impatient.”

A leisurely voice was heard. Everyone’s heads turned at the same time.

Galahad was casually tossing his hair back. His neat clothes and clean face made it obvious to anyone that he had just washed up.

Even Tom was confused.

The knight took a step back, seemingly embarrassed.

“I will guide you.”

As he spoke, there was not a single drop of sweat on Galahad’s forehead.

****

The banquet hall was surrounded by armed men and men in black hoods.

The table was full of raw meat and alcohol. They ate the meat dripping with blood.

“How long do I have to wait?”

Devlian, an executive of the Black Magic Society, frowned.

The tone in that voice was not anxiety, but irritation.

Now that I was starting to feel full, my original goal came to mind.

“I’m taking a bath before I come here to be polite.”

A mocking voice was heard from the side.

“A bath?”

Laughter erupted here and there.

“Don’t you have another agenda?”

Then, someone raised a question.

There was silence for a moment, then laughter broke out. The one who had spoken was the first to laugh.

There were more than a hundred troops deployed around him. If something had happened, a report would have been made long ago.

Even if you try to sneak it in-.

“What can he do? It’s already our territory.”

Devlian laughed heartily.

No matter what he did, the result was already set. It was just a meaningless struggle.

That was the reason they ate leisurely without rushing.

“The sanctuary will open soon.”

Devillen’s declaration erupted with cheers here and there.

“We will open a new era.”

The deputy commander took the words. His voice was full of confidence. Everyone nodded.

In the darkness, red eyes glowed sinisterly.

‘We’re almost there. The conference is about to officially begin.’

Devlian muttered softly.

Everything was perfect.

Galahad, who muddies the waters of the North, was called to the 7th generation.

Killing him will upset the relationship between the North and the Empire.

With that, I opened the door-.

‘It will open an era of black magic.’

I won’t hide anymore.

“But isn’t it too late? I can’t even see the executive wearing the crow mask.”

At that moment, another executive muttered in a trembling voice. He was the one who always spoke weakly.

Tch, you’re ruining the mood.

“The sanctuary is open, so what does that have to do with anything?”

Devlian said with confidence.

“Adrianna? It doesn’t matter if he comes in person. The Sanctuary is the tomb of the unchosen. Aren’t there plenty of chosen knights here? Adrianna isn’t enough!”

Everyone burst into laughter at Devlian’s words. Shh! Devlian put his index finger to his lips. Everyone waited for him to continue.

“You should bring at least the Grand Duke!”

The Grand Duke!

The laughter grew louder than before.

Just then, the door opened roughly.

A neat and handsome nobleman who would be expected to be in the capital came in.

“Oh, everyone’s here. Sorry I’m late. Things took longer than I thought.”

A lot of harsh gazes were directed at the man.

The men faced him one by one.

Very meticulously, as if examining something.

“It was a banquet, after all.”

The man walked towards the empty seat, mumbling something incomprehensible.

The center was instantly drawn to the man.

It felt like the man was the star of the party.

“Hmm, raw meat? Your tastes are truly barbaric.”

The man who clicked his tongue spilled the drink in his glass on the floor. Then he took out a water bottle and poured it into his glass.

The glass was filled with red liquid. The smell was very familiar. A pungent, cursed, horrible smell.

It was the blood of the demon tribe.

The man swirled the glass. The smell filled the air.

The knights on either side stepped back in horror. The others squinted their eyes as well.

The man leisurely brought the glass to his lips. He drank it, savoring it as if he were drinking a luxurious drink.

‘We are savage-?’

The man put down his glass and wiped his mouth with a cloth.

“Okay, it’s getting late so let’s get straight to the point.”

The main point? It was a confident attitude as if he had found it on the other side.

‘What is this-.’

Devlian frowned in a strange discomfort.

At that moment, the man picked up a fork and knife.

It looked like he was preparing a meal.

next-.

“So, where are the higher-level demons?”

The man raised the corners of his mouth as if he was waiting for a gourmet meal.

A heavy silence descended upon the banquet hall.

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